I nodded. “It said they charged the House with dynamite in their trousers. That they were captured before they reached the courtyard.”
“But my father didn’t leave Kenton Hill with any dynamite. They weren’t lookin’ to blow anything up. They were to steal in and out quietly, with the Alchemist in tow. We were planning to kill Domelius Becker, send his branded arm back as a gift to the House, along with a message that I was now the last remaining Alchemist and a list of demands.”
“But your father didn’t come back,” I said.
He shook his head. “Something went wrong. And then the headlines came, and I knew we’d f****d everything. Domelius Becker was dead, they had our chairman hostage, and it seemed only a matter of time before the Lords’ Army came barrelin’ over those hills. A man can only
